All too late for his love

Chapter 312

“Mom!” Aaron’s tears rolled down his cheeks as he frantically pounded on Matthew,

He wanted to bite him, but no matter how cruel Matthew was, he was still the man who had raised him like a father. He couldn’t bring himself to bite Matthew.

“Let my mom go, Uncle Matthew! You said you’d never let anyone hurt her, so why are you hurting her now? You’re a liar!” Aaron screamed at Matthew, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Matthew was truly enraged with Willow. She despised him but still schemed to stay connected to him. This hypocritical woman had made him suffer deeply after her staged death.

Aaron’s death must have been staged as well. No wonder there were no ashes in the grave. Matthew felt ridiculous, singing “Little Star” at that empty grave.

Matthew felt like a complete fool, manipulated by her. He was, without a doubt, the biggest joke in the world.

press down harder with his foot. Willow’s body arched in pain, but the agony

withdrew his foot. He had been stepping on Willow’s left hand. The bloody hand, with the permanently missing pinky finger, looked

tightened. The pain made it hard to breathe. He almost couldn’t restrain himself from picking up her hand to see how badly she was hurt, but he forced himself to suppress

then

away, leaving a cloud of dust that blurred Willow’s vision, Matthew’s face in her memories seemed to blur

clung to Willow while weeping. He was a

This is all my fault. If it weren’t for me, your

not a good boy. Mom, are you in a lot of pain? You’re bleeding so much. It must hurt

seeing Aaron so upset. She lifted

I’m okay, Aaron.

your fault. I know you missed Uncle Matthew. And you were amazing for recording what Wilhelmina said.

to it now, we have proof

hand. “Mom, let’s go to Mr. Quayle’s. He’ll make

I’m fine.” Willow didn’t want to trouble Moses so late at night. “We have the ointment he gave us at home. I can apply it myself when we get